Page 6 of Omega Untamed
I reared back, dropping my hand quickly to my side as if I’d been burned. I looked him up and down, head to foot, his vest askew, his bare chest gleaming.
Hell, I could look at him all night and it wouldn’t change a thing. Just because he was an Omega did not mean I would give him special treatment.
I left him sleeping and closed and locked the barred door. Then I went to the red leather couch, lay back upon it with my hands folded over my chest, and I waited.
Some time during the evening, my eyes closed.
Frantic yelling startled me awake.
“What the fuck! Let me outta here!”
Hands banging against metal. Shoes clomping against the hard tile flooring within the cage.
I opened my eyes, quickly orienting myself. I was in the cage suite. And yet another prisoner of Myre’s was pissed.
I stared at the white-painted, beamed ceiling for about a minute before I bent my legs over the edge of the couch and sat up. I usually didn’t fall asleep while babysitting, but it had been a long day. Myre had had me doing all sorts of meaningless tasks— from collecting money drops to following him around to his various meetings. Sometimes I forgot I was human and needed to eat and sleep.
“Hey, Alpha!” came the command from the cage. “Fucking let me outta here! You can’t do this!”
I turned on the couch, placing both hands on the smooth, leather arm, and faced Kee. His face was damp from nerves, and he was practically throwing himself at the bars of the cage. His muscled body pushed and shoved against them, and his fists banged the hard metal.
There had to have been pain from his actions, but he didn’t appear to feel it.
Our eyes met and Kee stood back for a second, his gaze boring into me. His eyes were green behind the dark hair flopping into his face, and he blew out a long breath. Aggressive for an Omega. Remarkable.
“Who the fuck are you?” Kee demanded.
I blinked slowly and lifted my chin. “Bast.” We weren’t supposed to give names in here. But when Myre wasn’t around, I rather did as I pleased.
“Well, Bast,” said Kee, “would you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?”
“What’s going on,” I replied in a low, calm voice, “is my boss wants to speak with you.”
“And this is how he does business?”
“Sometimes.” I drew out the single word in my low voice to see if it would get a reaction.
Kee continued to frown. “Are you like his assistant or something?”
“Or. Something.”
“Well tell him to get in here and talk. So I can get this over with. I have appointments of my own, places I need to be.”
His voice trailed off, going higher on the last word, a little shaky as if he knew his request, while quite reasonable, would never be met.
I turned away from him and faced the blank TV screen on the wall, thinking of turning it on. If I turned it up real loud, it might drown out his questions.
“Bast!”
I flicked my head toward him, eying him askance.
“Can’t you tell me what’s going on? Maybe we can make a deal?”
“Sorry. I can’t.” I spoke slowly, trying to project my nonchalance. Usually this sort of work didn’t bother me too much, but this was an Omega. So he’d gotten a bit cocky and famous on the streets. So he talked a lot about dealers and deals. Who cared?
Except he had cops for clients, and two of Myre’s best had just been arrested. Someone had to go down for it. For days, Myre kept saying, “That filthy street Omega everyone talks about, he’s too loose with his money and drugs. He’s too loose-lipped and hangs with pigs.”
It wasn’t good to be loose-lipped in our work, but Kee didn’t work for us. Still, Myre had something against the guy, and now here he was.
